Dedication Ceremony (Morning Dedication)

Dedication ceremony
(morning dedication)


For the benefit of all beings
For the happiness of all beings
With body, speech and mind,
I dedicate this day.

Abandoning harmfulness,
To kindness I dedicate this day.
Abandoning selfishness,
To sharing I dedicate this day.
Abandoning indulgence,
To contentment I dedicate this day.
Abandoning false speech,
To truth I dedicate this day.
Abandoning intoxication,
To clear awareness I dedicate this day.

To Buddhahood,
To Dharma,
To Sangha,
With the blessings of the Bodhisattvas,
For the benefit of all,
I dedicate this day.

(from https://thebuddhistcentre.com/project/text/exercises-and-reflections-monday-working-reminders-remembering-remember)

Comments

  1. TejavaniOctober 24, 2022 at 8:25 PM

    Thanks so much, Jim, for sharing these readings.. They are so rich....ooxx, Tejavani

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